While reading Last Shot by Tobias Wolff, I found myself crying in the middle of the library. Wolff talks about a friend who died in Vietnam and I could relate because last year, my uncle died an unexpected death during spring break. He was cutting down a tree and got pinned to death by the wires that were holding him up. He came to my mind because he was a Vietnam veteran. My family is really close and every Sunday, my Grandmother would have people over for dinner. My Uncle would always sit at the head of the table, it was his seat. Now, it is so strange when someone else eats in his spot. His daughter, my cousin, just had a baby and he was helping her out by babysitting while she was working. Wolff states the he would “often think of him in terms of what he never had a chance to be” (58). I think like this as well. If he were still living, he would have been a loving grandfather. Wolff states “He would have been one of them, another godfather for my children, another big-hearted man for them to admire and stay up late listening to” (58). He was also a very religious person and all he wanted was for his grandchild to be baptized. My cousin ended up going through with the baptism even though her husband did not agree to it since he is Muslim. Wolff says it is selfish to think of lost ones as “a character in a book” (58).
The best way to pay homage to someone is to remember them for who they were. My Uncle had to loudest voice that would pierce your skin when he got excited. I find myself missing his loud voice. He went on a missionary trip with the church and got to see the sun dance which is a miracle of God. He told almost everyone he met about his experience. He also was able to show many people the dancing sun. He was also able to take many pictures of this miracle. I never got a change to see this miracle and I regret not going with him outside to look at the sun. http://www.medjugorjetoday.tv/2523/expert-confirms-test-by-fruits-as-superior/ He inspires me to go to church every Sunday since he was a firm believer that not going to church is a sin.
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